Black Poetry : Untitled and unfinished Jewel

We seem to think our freedom came via the stroke of a pin
Thus ignoring the enemy within
And 2 am calls seeking the next of kin
Happens with alarming frequency
We allowed mass
Media to erode our sense of decency
I never knew a people tricked so **** completely
We put trust in leaders selected in shrouds of secrecy
Anti-American feelings enflamed
Young folks look at ministers with rims and mansions with distain
Moral authority they can no longer claim
Don’t trust em
Is more than an hip hop refrain
With each passing day
We put to shame
Heroic names
Do you think Harriet Tubman would be tamed?
Like the aftermath of Katrina
We spread the blame
Rainbow warriors and bean pies merchants
Both modern day Cains
Yet try to explain on their watch
our pain
tripled -
Along with our misery
Block after block white powder is the prevailing industry
It used to be that to get paid
One would seek the ministry
Or get a corner store and sell Hennessy
So now an unholy trinity
Has become our enemy
Our energy is expanded in fueling the negative
It has been suggested
That our sub conscious minds
Have been arrested
Developments in mind control
Enhance the role
Of the television,
Sparking the divisions
Set tripping causing collisions
Brainwashed by history’s revisions
Elders look on with derision
Fueling the suspicion
That the blood on our streets
fuels our economic system
Black men in prison
Dayam how the numbers have risen
As I said in my poem Somebody explain this shyte
On the watch of William Jefferson Clinton
Black men on death row still filled American’s prisons
And just for the record
Ron Brown was murdered, is anybody listening?
We see the world only through our enemy’s prism
Thus we see only the difference
In Muslim, Jew and Christian
Dark clouds of the apocalypse
Gather in the distance
America plays a game of chicken
With countries that have the power to deliver mushroom clouds
Our leaders are aroused by power
thus they espouse
agendas with dangerous repercussions
Now it's more that just the Russians
That can bring us to our knees
A dirty bomb will make one million bleed
The writing has been on the wall yet we never read